Long, LONG overdue. Sorry.
So over Christmas break I went to like three or four classes, that's it. I signed up for the FIT challenge January 5... basically the same as the 10-wk challenge but with FIT members, and we all chipped in for the prizes and whatnot. Around 55 members in the challenge and let me just say there's no way I'm winning it. I've been to at most three classes in a week the past three weeks (this is the start of week 4), have not been eating great. I've lost like... two pounds, that's it. I don't really have any good excuse. I took a couple of business analysis classes so that I can get a certification for my resume padding... to hopefully help me get a new job... so that ate into my time available to make it to class, but that's only 4 hours a day. Not a good excuse. At least I got sick last week... a chest and then head cold that knocked me out good Friday and Saturday... so that's my excuse for two of the four days last week that I missed last week.
I don't know what the magical switch is. It really is like any addiction, you don't just choose to stop doing it (I'm referring to eating right now). The only time I've really been successful with changing how I eat was right after the boys were born. I think I've been distracted and unfocused... and then I think 'ah, fuk it'. Honestly, there's a chicken and egg relationship with this blog, too. I don't want to post if I'm not doing well... and then if I'm not going to post, I have less motivation to get to class. And then I think 'well, nutrition is more important than going to class anyway... I'll skip class today and just focus on my nutrition plan' (that was last Thursday). But then I DON'T focus on my nutrition plan. I hate feeling like my body is weighing me down, but still I do it. It's so stupid and not worth it.
The Ventura marathon is September 7th this year. That's the last chance to qualify for the Boston marathon in 2015. I have to finish in 3hrs 15 minutes. It's easy to say/think 'there's no way in hell' and just fuk it. But then again, I'm getting old awfully fast and my body won't be able to do this kind of training forever. Hell, I'm shocked that I haven't really injured something just at Farrell's... maybe the multivitamins and glucosamine are doing their jobs. I kind of feel like this is my chance, though. It's not like I have a job to distract me, right? But then again, I'm not going to pay to fly out to California to run a marathon if I don't have a job so I better find something by then. Anyway... the Hal Higdon training regimen has me starting the program the first or second week in May in order to run a Sept 7 marathon (and the Grandma's half-marathon is right about at the perfect part of the training schedule for me... late June) so I have that to look forward to in a few months. Hopefully I'll be able to run outside for at least a few weeks before then to start getting into running shape, though the way this winter has been going, there'll probably be snow on the ground into June.
Anyway. Sarah and I hit the 4:30 class today. It was crowded and I was exhausted. I think it's because I've been sick, but I haven't been that exhausted since that FIT class I went to back in October. Jill pushed me good, too, made me kick harder on low/high rounds. She means well but I hate her. No, I don't hate her or any of the other instructors, they really are great. It's me that I hate and that's my problem, I think.
I don't think I've been to a strength training class in three weeks... I haven't done a donkey kick since December! This is stupid and so am I.
